I will never forget what he said in return. "Shay, I didn't do it because I'm your friend. I still love you, and I will always be here if you need me....I couldn't think of anything to say in return. I was in shock. I stumbled out of the car, snuck into my room... and lay awake for the rest of the night. I had no idea that Brad was still carrying a torch for me, and I didn't know what to do about it. I liked Brad, but I had to admit that I had never felt "love" for him, whatever that meant. I. Sid knew Bobby couldn’t fight him off, he was far too strong…. All attempts would be in vain.The pressure was getting worse; Bobby heard a ringing in his ears yet his pleasure was not diminishing. Bobby realized that he was weakening, he would pass out before too long but his desire to fight wasn’t really there. He didn’t really want to resist Sid, he wanted to keep getting fucked and give in to the sensations. In the back of his mind Bobby knew this didn’t feel like a game anymore, he felt. He was tall and slim, in his mid 30s, good looking with sandy hair and an elegant moustache, and seemed to spend more and more time in town at his club. And everyone knew he had an eye for the ladies. The one bright spot on the horizon was the return to Melkham of Master Jack. He was Lord Roger’s 18-year old brother, the youngest of the four siblings and, as the only other male, heir to the estate. He was in his last year of study at Eton, the most prestigious school in all the Empire. It was. Having a todger up his turd-box - even a droopy one that had spent its muck - sure as hell did it for him. He was gasping and grunting as his spunk was splashing all over the carpet and his knackers were leaping about between his legs like a pair of oversized jumping beans.Once the show was over, Whitehouse pulled out of his arsehole and grabbed a tissue to wipe the shitty goo off his big floppy schlong. He turned to me – Whitehouse that is – and said, "If ya don't wipe under yer foreskin, next.